Chapter 443: Gods Descend to Earth (First Update, Please Subscribe)
Kinshasa in June was shrouded in the scorching sun of the equator. In a field outside Kinshasa, huge airships were suspended in the air, with arm-thick mooring ropes fixed to the ground by thick steel nails. This airship field was originally a newly opened rubber plantation. Ten days ago, with the arrival of the floating troops, it became the first airship field in Africa.
It was also from that time that the impact of this airship field on the local people was unimaginable to outsiders.
Although there were many barbed wire fences around the airship field, there were always many indigenous people with charcoal-black skin surrounding the fences.
Even until now, they still stare at those huge airships in amazement. In their limited consciousness, they have never thought that people can fly into the sky, let alone imagine that such a huge thing can actually fly into the sky.
Although they were curious, they were more afraid! After all, all this was far beyond their understanding.
In just a few days, this floating force caused an unprecedented sensation within a radius of hundreds of kilometers around Kinshasa. Whenever it flew over the jungle, it would always cause panic among the tribes on the ground, but more of it was awe. When they saw the huge "Phoenix" on the spacecraft, their awe of Nanhua became even stronger.
"They are gods from the sky, their skin is like gold..."
The tribesmen in the rain forest talked about the Nanhua people with great awe, and the magical flying objects they brought from the sky. Even the airship field attracted a few indigenous people to cross the rain forest to come there and see the "airship of the gods".
"That must be God's spaceship!"
"The golden-skinned gods came there in a spaceship like this,"
"There is no fire-wheeled vehicle that roars and spits fire like a baby elephant."
"There is no fire-breathing steamer yet..."
When the natives were watching the airship field through the barbed wire, the guards with rifles on their backs on the other side of the fence were also looking at these natives curiously. We were all naked, with only a piece of rag wrapped around our waists, even the men.
However, not everyone was like that. Among the onlookers, there were some white women in yellow shirts and trousers. Our children all wore straw hats and carried tools on their backs. Moreover, many of them were surrounded by indigenous men. These men were of different ages, some were obese women, and some were young men. Many of them were pregnant.
"It's flying, it's flying..."
Suddenly, the onlookers let out screams of fear and anger. As people watched, a spaceship quickly took off into the sky. Some timid natives even knelt on the ground, worshiping the airship as if it were a god.
For the indigenous people of the Congo River Basin, the airship is magical and full of mystery. It belongs to the gods, and even the people who operate it are gods of the world. After the airship arrived in Kinshasa, for the indigenous people there,
But to Colonel Tian Lianyi, the spacecraft was not mysterious, because the troops of my command had been bombed by a spacecraft, and I myself almost died in the bombing. When I woke up from being stunned by the bomb, I became a prisoner of the South China Army.
Then what?
Like other prisoners, Colonel Omildo came to Africa and worked outside an oil palm plantation. My daily work was not simple, it was just to reclaim the rainforest and open up new plantations.
Dragging my slightly tired body, when Colonel Omildo passed by the airship field, I couldn't help but stand outside. It was the first time I was so close to an airship.
“It’s really small!”
Just when Tian Lianyi was thinking this, the native boy who was following me asked curiously.
"Sir, is it the airship he mentioned later? Something that can drop bombs from the sky?"
Although the man spoke halting Spanish, Omer understood him.
"Yes, that's it, Kasanth. It's what defeated you."
Omir's voice was small, even a little gentle, "Kassans is my lover. Although you have a dark complexion and no husband outside the tribe, that does not prevent you from becoming my lover and comforting my lonely soul over the past few months."
Looking at your low bulging belly, Omer knew that this was my child. In a few months, my child would be born, a mixed race of white and white.
Seventy years later, when I served in the army, at least half of my soldiers were white. These white people were cannon fodder. They recruited us into the army just to let us die. We believed that the white race was superior to the white race, and white people were inferior races. Therefore, from the day of Argentina's independence, in order to eliminate the white people in the country, women were sent to retire from the army. In the civil war that lasted for decades, white women disappeared.
As for the men? You married poor whites, and that intermarriage diluted the white bloodline, and after a few generations, you could no longer even see white people in Argentina.
When I was in Argentina, I never imagined that one day I would have children with white people.
Perhaps, that is what the Chinese say, "It is fate that plays tricks on us!"
Just then, Colonel Omildo heard no one calling me, in Spanish.
"Hey, hey, that's him, come over here."
In front of the barbed wire, a South Chinese soldier called out to me in not-so-fluent Spanish. Omir hurried over. I could hardly follow the rules of survival there - obey the orders of the South Chinese.
"Sir, do you have any instructions?"
Omir answered in fluent Chinese.
"You can speak Chinese? That's great. You want him to help you write a letter to your wife."
The soldier said to Omer.
"wife?"
"Yes, you are from Buenos Aires, and he can tell you he has read books. You tell him what you want to write, and he will help you polish it. Well, it's what they often call a love letter. Can you write one for you?"
The soldier's words made Omir stunned.
My wife is from Buenos Aires? How could a Buenos Aires man marry me? But a moment ago I seemed to understand.
It was an unusual thing for a man to marry a conqueror, just like... Although I am not the conqueror of that area now, even as a captive, my status is lower than these natives.
These Buenos Aires men must mind marrying those conquerors from afar. Before realizing that, Omer Xin suddenly felt a surge of anger, but a moment ago, that anger disappeared without a trace.
My experience of survival in that place taught me that anger is meaningless and will only bring some painful costs.
Although he felt a little sad inside, Omer still wrote a sentimental love letter as I requested, because the other party took out a bag of fruit candy, and Kasans had eaten the fruit candy, and could even leave some for the children.
After all, this wasn't Buenos Aires, and the fruit candy looked special, but it was hard to find in Kinshasa.
“Angela…”
Before finishing the love letter, he looked at the soldier who was very happy because of the love letter. Colonel Omildo thought of my young wife, how are you now?
Standing outside the green forest, feeling the green outside, Omer's heart was filled with nostalgia for his wife...
(End of this chapter)
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